The Secret Beneath The Starry Sky

The day of early summer is noon, but the sun is hidden behind the clouds, a dimly littered covering falling over the town. The doctor quickly walked into the room and walked and saw his patient lying in bed, an old man, a frail woman without moving. A few seconds later, a tired nurse rushed to the patient's medical record. "Doctor sorry" She muttered when she handed over. The doctor gave her a smile, and the hospital staff got very depressed with another round of reduction last month. As soon as he opened the chart he quickly confirmed the sign of the nurse's day.

"In the forest, in the underground kingdom, under the waves, on the sky, on the secret island, at the top of the high mountain, or a deep dream, but for flowing polymorphic creatures it is always a strange place. Trembling, superhuman behavior, and impossible joy The protagonist can voluntarily go out to complete adventure, Theesseus will come to Athens in his father's city, or terrifying of Tauren Listening to history, Odysseus and overseas malic agents were blown away by the angry god Poseidon 's wind in the Mediterranean Sea, when people capture the eyes and temptations that phenomena wander, people just keep people away from the way people follow maybe.

At the moment of appreciation under the starry sky, we will not distinguish between kind persons and those who are not, but secrecy is a secret. As Abraham Maslow said, at that moment of meaning, "the world was accepted." In order to quote the poet who talks about "the highest point of memory" let's quote a pioneer psychologist who created the word Peak Experience this time. "The perceptions that occur in peak experiences are best explained as non-evaluated, non-comparative, or non-judgmental perception, the evil itself is accepted and understood, and is considered appropriate in the overall position. Necessary, inevitable, and correct ... Universal understanding is never thoughtful due to consideration, charity, kindness, sorrow, amusement.

In the evening 2 o'clock, sitting in the night sky in the starry sky overlooking the rocks and the sea under the moonlight, appreciation tears flowed out from my soul. I might have sit in place of Big Sur written by Kerouac. I am here: I travel around the world and write down my journey. Only now I am not a lost soul. Getting here is a dream come true